You take
the front seat there, Barton," and, as he did so, George turned to
the protesting Captain: "Shut up, curse you, and get in!"
"I won't do it," rebelled the other. "I can't let you lay down your
life in this way, when I made you come."
George thrust a cold face within an inch of the other's and grimly
said: "If they hadn't stopped me, I'd beat you into dog-meat this
morning, and if you don't quit this snivelling I'll do it yet. Now
get in there and paddle to beat ---- or you'll never make it back.
Quick!"
"I'll come back for you then, George, if I live to the shore,"
Captain cried, while the other slid the burdened canoe into the icy
waters.
As they drove the boat into the storm, Captain realized the
difficulty of working their way against the gale. On him fell the
added burden of holding their course into the wind and avoiding the
churning ice cakes. The spray whipped into his face like shot, and
froze as it clung to his features. He strained at his paddle till
the sweat soaked out of him and the cold air filled his aching lungs.
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